Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"Bleed The Same Blood"
(feat. Maino & Anthony Hamilton)

"Bleed The Same Blood"
(feat. Maino & Anthony Hamilton)



[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
(Yeah!) We all bleed the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same drum
(Yeah!) It's not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you come from
And I'ma keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh yeah (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

[Maino]
Unstoppable, yo, Maino!
Ran up in Atlantic, told 'em let me go
Smack my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin with my life'll get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black fleet like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like it's '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's face
And only then you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, fuck a deal nigga
Gun boys be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, just know that I'ma ride for ya
All black baby welcome to my mafia

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Anthony Hamilton]
I gotta tell somebody yeahhhhh

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm passionate about gettin this money
Handlin those that be plottin on takin it from me
Some of these niggaz forgot I be makin it funny
We're spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we back dominatin the country
Until I make these niggaz black with the strength of a monkey
Balenciaga boss, bitch address me as Mister
Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Bella Vista
We move in silence bitch you better whisper
And sizzle the street with the heat until it hella blister
So much bottles, got 'em for every drinker
So much head I be callin mami a heavy thinker
Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation
Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the sufferation
Could give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle that
If it ain't YMCMB or Conglomerate, cancel that!

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Anthony Hamilton]
I gotta tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

[Busta Rhymes]
So inspirin when a nigga doubt
Look around and see how niggaz try to count me out
Only if niggaz stepped in my shoes and took a walk
And thought of shit I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a bitch's blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on another goldmine
While embracin what God be havin for me
You can never stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me

 

[fox69]

"Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It)"

"Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It)"


[Busta Talking]
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas
Come on bounce, come on bounce, bounce
Come on bounce bitches, come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce
Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce
What come on, come on
I'm sayin bounce bitches, come on bounce now

[Verse 1]
Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all
See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall
It be so funny to see how badly they want it
The fall, fuckin up somethin me and my niggas is ready to brawl (ha!)
Now I'm ready to call my niggas get off of the wall
I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall
While we poppin the collar holla you need to folla the scholar (aiyyoo!)
Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana
My niggas, KNOW HOW WE DO IT
I do it for the love and the riches, my niggas hittin them switches
I got the rent from my bitches
(You fuck around, youse a gonner!); Put this shit back in order
And keep in mind that I might be fuckin somebodys daughter
My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner
Bitches get the strippin and shakin they shit how they wanna
Let me see it mama, and start showin ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]
Bounce, represent where you from (Bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce)
Let me see ya throw it (bounce), Let me see ya throw it (bounce)
EAST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
WEST COAST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
MY DIRTY SOUTH NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)
MY MIDWEST NIGGAZ! (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce)

[Verse 2]
Now let me warn ya (bounce)
The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll
Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll
The way we always do it, you sayin we wrong ya'll (ah-roo)
You still be lovin the way we put it on ya'll
OH BABY! I know you know I really mean well
Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12
Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail
All up in ya face see every inricate detail (ah-hah!)
Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!)
Crackin (?) in the safe in money we holdin (ah-hah!)
Hold on, pause, these bitches be droppin they drawers
Layin flat on they stomache and poppin it all on the floor
Comin to get us, we tossin ya niggaz like lettuce (uh-auh)
Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us
Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us
Sweatin and drippin on niggaz and startin to wet us (so!)
Check out the way that we reppin we comin to get it (ah-roo!)
Get the fuck out the club if you aint rollin wit it
I be givin you bitches some shit you be wontin to goggle
Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model
Wether you whippin up in the truck or you revin' the trottle
Or you wlyin up in the club or you throwin the bottle
Just let me see it mama! and start showin ya shit
I love the way you make it bounce and get the throw on ya shit

[Chorus]

Bounce

 

[fox69]

"Butch & Sundance"
(feat. Q-Tip)

"Butch & Sundance"
(feat. Q-Tip)



[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
Bust my brother despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room
So assume your position of the natural born coon
When we groom other rappers, pew, ladies start to swoon
The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon
Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy
The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, the game of death
Tap out you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it
And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin
Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing
And we are the solution
Yo, Busta rhymes

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back
Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude
Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube
A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's
Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out
While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes
Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes
That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack
Abstract

[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
One for the beat and two for the creator
The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater
For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data
'Til the youth was disenchanted we’ll revamp it single-handed
The vision is deep unless every man understand it
You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens
My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens
You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it
Here’s the stripes to prove it if you listen to the music
If you listen to the music then you should've get it better
It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together

[Verse 4 - Busta Rhymes:]
Do it together, do it forever
Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes
Oh shit, another verse, get in line first
For what it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
Pick the land, pick the turf
The fuck is up? We getting this work
I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch
I'm in the mood, wildin like swallowing Quaalude
Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs
It's all horseshit, bang them niggas like war ships
She want the daiquiri, well, I'm allowing her four sips
Raw spit, they out here acting like they important
You off niggas, get to accepting your loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich
Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid

Ayo, come on, what you doing?
What you - what you doing, dude?
Why you trying to stop my shit son?
The fuck's up, son?
Stop doing that shit son
Word, son, stop doing that shit
Fuck that

 

[fox69]

"C'mon All My Niggas, C'mon All My Bitches"

"C'mon All My Niggas, C'mon All My Bitches"


Yo
All my niggas in the place
What now
Talk to my bitches
All up in the place
See my niggas
They be laying all up in the cut now
Anyhow
I'ma doing my thing
And blow the spot baby
Maybe bust a little nut now
Funny how the older bitches get familiar
And try to give a nigga just a little butt now
Sing along
(Smoke now, nigga get high)
And get all in this money nigga
(Before we die)
Bitches let me know that you up in the spot
(Whoop whoop wooo)
All of my niggas just shout it at me (Yeah yo)
Even though it's kind of ill
Nigga follow the flow
Nigga wanna know where we shine
Try'na ball and glow
Watch for the sound round
When I swallow the dough
I'ma do it to ya
Like I never did it before
Now let me give it to you
(Flipmode Squad baby)
Now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna know about the
(God baby)
Ha
Then I jump right out of the whip
And I park it
My pinky gleam
Like a motha fuckin' third of the Antarctic
Everybody get wild in the spot
All my niggas just pile in the spot
It's such a shame
Somebody might just lose they child in the sky

C'mon all my niggas C'mon (What)
My niggas that be reppin' with me (What)
My niggas that be holding me down (Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me (What)
C'mon all my bitches C'mon (What)
My bitches that be reppin' with me (What)
My bitches that be holding me down (Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with

Now
Tell me what you niggas really wanna do
C'mon now (Excuse me)
We coming through
C'mon now
Hit you with the brand new
When I'm bumping
You don't need to ask who
Nigga please (C'mon now)
Where the trees (C'mon now)
Shit
When I'm bouncing
And hit you with the flow
Then I make you just act a fool
One two (One two)
Wild like another mad nigga
To be ready to back it too
Here we go (Here we go)
A lot of motha fuckas
They ain't even got a clue
C'mon now
Let me school y'all niggas permanently
Like a motha fuckin' tattoo
C'mon now
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
You know you shouldn't (Try it)
My nigga
Before we do shit to (Start up a riot)
Everytime we come through
All the bitches shout (Whoop whoop woo)
All of my niggas shine if you ready (Yeah yeah)
Let me blow for a few
Nigga C'mon
Bounce in the street
With the heat stashed under the seat
In a Range that's blue nigga (C'mon)
Cats like you be searching the crib
All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga (C'mon)
Everytime a nigga come step in the spot
Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga (C'mon)
But wait
Guess what (Guess what)
Flipmode to the rescue nigga (C'mon)
Y'all (Y'all)
Know (Know)
When we put it down
Niggas really wanna blow this shit (Shit)
It's (It's)
Like I got a grenade in my hand
And you know I wanna throw this shit (Yo)
Everybody get stuck in the spot
You don't really give a fuck in the spot
Better watch your whip
Because they might just tow your truck from the spot

C'mon all my niggas C'mon (What)
My niggas that be reppin' with me (What)
My niggas that be holding me down (Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me (What)
C'mon all my bitches C'mon (What)
My bitches that be reppin' with me (What)
My bitches that be holding me down (Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with me

 

[fox69]

"Calm Down"
(feat. Eminem)

"Calm Down"
(feat. Eminem)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas!
Oh my Lord

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Lower the casket down,
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king cash cow
Do I make 'em say 'Wow! ', strip, ow, bow
I sit with the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, click pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I growl
Let me come (rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'm a have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed shell, so
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females (gasp)
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing (crunk) keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (you're that sick?)
Cause I'm from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz (lalalala)
Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
There's a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (I'm lit) Yes, narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Geopet
I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing like Stan mailing
His last piece of fan mail before he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man, chill

 

[fox69]

"Can You Keep Up"
(feat. Twista)

"Can You Keep Up"
(feat. Twista)



[Verse 1 - Twista:]
Now it's finna be some energy, we got the remedy
I'm in the vicinity of a nigga that can spit it with me
Feel the fire whenever we act up
Everybody else is incompatible with the artillery
So forget about it when you hear about it
Cause it's too fast when I pass the baton to Busta

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]
Hit a victim in the middle of the body with a bullet and a rhythm
Every murder is a structure

[Busta Rhymes:]
Every time I hit you niggers with another jam be blacking
I be sounding like a nigger full of anger
Now I'm back to beat you in the head, I'll bring another banger
With my nigga Twist, everything we do be up to wanger
You don't really, really wanna see the way that I come
And I'll give it to you, get up on the ceiling see a nigga numb
Do it how I wanna do it 'till I make another nigga drop
I put my money on it, homie, I'm the one

[Twista:]
Go on here, pick it up, carry it the way you wanna carry it
Do whatever you wanna do
Show the competition how we gunning too when we coming through
Better never let a nigga never get in front of you
I wanna be, I wanna pro, wanna get in
Then racin' so fast, they call me flash

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]
Don't nobody really wanna
We can hit 'em like a couple of millimeters
Woopin' a niggas' ass

[Busta Rhymes:]
Skibbedy boop, skibbedy bop, skibbedy beep
I'm skipping all over on another Just Blaze hit
Now I know a lot of y'all been sitting, waiting and wondering
Was we ever gonna do this shit
And then we came to hit 'em with another flow
Pop champagne, celebrate and kill another show
Gotta campaign, the greatest niggas, y'all already know that
Never do this kinda shit, Twista, get 'em, gotta go
Now I gotta ask y'all

[Hook:]
Can you keep up

[Verse 2 - Twista:]
Kill everybody cause I'm gunning outta stress
If I'm running outta breath, he gonna pick up where I left off
Keep him with me when he spitting cause the flow be the bidness
I'm a menace when I bust a lyrical tec off
Go faster than Ricky Bobby, kill him in Talladega Nights

[Twista and Busta Rhymes:]
Niggas try to get up, when a nigga hit up
When it I come I promise you gotta pay the price

[Busta Rhymes:]
Look, why don't everybody wanna come and try get a little taste
Of the shit I got, let me put it all up in your face
When I spit it I got a nigga wilding all over the place
Everybody better listen here
Cause you know when I bring him I will never, never stop
Make a nigga rewind and bring it back to the top
Throw the shit up in the streets and I be running every block
Everybody better stand clear

[Twista:]
Like a millimeter when I be booking the track up
Motivated for murder whenever I act up
A couple of phenomenal niggas can stack up
Gets anybody that wanna live in the back up
Killing everybody when I bust a clip off
Cause I'mma be attacking them with the insane flow
Then I be having them calling me Twista Phelps
And my nigga Buss like Usain Bolt

[Busta Rhymes:]
Shocked a nigga like I was a thousand volts
Now I'm feeling on the beat the way I'm feeling on the boat
The way I gotta kill 'em and the way I gotta flow
You don't really wanna test me, boy, cause I'll pop ya
When I'm in the spot you know you can't leave
I spit every word 'till, damn I can't breathe
You never heard 'till you nosebleed
Twista, please
Now you know I got ya
Now I gotta ask y'all

[Hook]
Can you keep up?

[Verse 3 - Twista:]
You can talk about it with a bunch of people
That say that I'm a lyrical manifestation of rhythm

[Busta Rhymes:]
Then I come and do the shit I gotta do and then I bang 'em
And get 'em and do it every single time I hit 'em

[Twista:]
When I do it its gotta be accurate
Like I'm attacking the rhythm with such a vocal tenacity

[Busta:]
See the way a brother blacking I'm back and infant
Cause every time we in the place you feeling the capacity

[Twista:]
I be coming with it, he be coming with it
And nobody really do it how we do it
And the flow is so fluid I gotta be an anomaly
Gotta be an Odyssey; the prodigy, and I'mma be the one to prove it

[Busta:]
Don't you ever forget it the way we coming
And they sending somebody, gonna probably be needing a medic
So give us the credit and I thought that we should oughta
Be coming to slaughter so call out the order see the way we do it

[Hook 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Cash Money / Young Mula"
(performed with Reek Da Villian, J-Doe & Big Sean)

"Cash Money / Young Mula"
(performed with Reek Da Villian, J-Doe & Big Sean)



[Intro:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Young Mula

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Every time I talk I got these niggas sayin' "damn, he nice"
"Oh shit! Can't believe it! Motherfuck! Jesus Christ!"
So many blocks of diamonds shinin' on me like a big piece of ice
Cook that coke up for the hood like a nigga got a pot full of peas and rice
Yeah...
You see we off to the future
I don't mingle with broke niggas 'cause I don't talk to losers
Okay – yeah, I know – you niggas heard them rumors
It's official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula
Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor
Pop a molly, then I fuck a couple hoes
Pop a band, see all this money on my soul
And I will pop you band in case a nigga didn't know
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
See how I swag on a bitch like it's nothin', dippity doo da!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]
Nothin' more important than the mula
All the Spanish bitches call me Papi Chula
Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger
Face shot make 'em look like Freddy Kruger
Mercy – please lord, show me mercy
I was faded off the molly when I fucked that bitch raw
Please let her not have herpes
'Cause I swear if a bitch ever burn me
I'm a shoot a hoe down like Worthy
These niggas walk around with they mouth
Pants on some 300 shit lookin' like Xerxes
Real Gs over here, that trill shit
You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick?
Naw hoe – that's that third leg 9 flow
I be on that pimp shit like Chicago
And a nigga flip cane like Pablo
And y'all niggas look like 5-0
Askin' 'bout all my slimes, yo
'Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green
We put nines on niggas like Rondo
'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' shit
Big Bs to the Billy Badass niggas that be on that Tony Montana shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Ain't nothin' more important than the dollar bill
I'm goin' hard and I go harder once I got a 'mil
This white girl just popped a pill and told me "cop a feel"
Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills!
My flow is cold, bitch, I just caught a chill
I mean my flow is hot like it's on the grill
You m'fuckas better know the drill
A lot of niggas rappin', but none of them is real
Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above
The DJ spinnin' all my shit when I walk in the club
A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz
Yeah, I'm addicted to the mula, I can't get enough!

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?

 

[fox69]

"Catastrophe"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe feat. DJ Khaled)

"Catastrophe"
(performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe feat. DJ Khaled)



[Intro:]
At the end of our time
We've chosen to believe in each other
Today we face the monsters that are at our door!
Today we are cancelling the apocalypse!

Catastrophic!

Yeah, do you know who I am?
You know who I am, nigga?
Motherfucker named Reek the Villain, nigga
Where the fuck you been, under a rock, nigga?
The Conglomerate lead off nigga
They send these shits to me, nigga
I lead this shit, Buss finish it, but I lead this shit, man
Fuckin' cockroaches - fuckin' cockroaches

Catastrophic!

[Verse 1: Reek the Villain]
Listen...
I said I'm dippin' in my low-low
Ridin' with that four-four
Pretty bitch beside me, all your bitches they be so-so
And I'm slingin' cocoa, got it for the low-low
Dudes I get my coke from be screamin' 'bout them locos
Know we keep it Trillville, all my niggas real trill
Shout out to my homies in the feds, my nigga Real Nil
Roosevelt we G'd up, wildin' like we eat up
I'm the nicest nigga, Buss can go and kick his feet up
And let me take this over, let me get that dough up
I don't even drive no more, the boy be gettin' chauffeured
And this bitch she wear my chain, I'm feelin' like I'm Hova
And you used to be the man, now your shit is over, it's over

Catastrophe!
If you listening to this song right now, blessings
That means the world didn't end
But this shit is catastrophic
You test Conglomerate
The world gon' end
You test Busta Rhymes, Reek the Villain, J-Doe
It's YMCMB

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
If you ain't know we hear to win, lethal like I'm heroin
Every time we come again, niggas know we murderin'
Everything about y'all, bitch you know I don't care
Make my niggas throw chairs, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bitch they love Busta, know they lovin' Busta
Your swag lackluster – matter of fact, fuck ya
Bitch I got a chauffeur, and a fuckin' butler
Pics of bitches givin' me head on Instagram and Tumblr
I don't need your number, throw 'em in the dumpster
When you get new money, bitch, you get a new type of hunger
Smokin' like a muffler, gettin' money like a hustler
I don't mean to be mean but I'll poke your spleen 'til the shit get ruptured
Dali!

Don't play yourself
You know when you hear the icon, legend Busta Rhymes
You know what he does
You know how he does it, too
He shits on every verse
Shits on you
And finished you
This shit is catastrophic
Conglomerate

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
How do I start this? Wanna say some hard shit
To show you I'm a artist, but this song is retarded
I can't think of nothin', but I gotta say somethin'
And since this track is bumpin', these ratchet hoes gon' love it
I be goin' crazy on these records every day
I'm getting' to the money every ma'fuckin' way
I let all these hoes come over but not one of them can stay
And this shit gon' never change 'til I'm old and I'm gray
Sit your ass down... and don't say nothin'
Better get excited when you see the don bumpin'
And to me it's like Christmas for these bitches they be blushin'
It's disgustin' how they love it but I ain't givin' 'em nothin'
Yeah...

[Outro:]
More money, more problems
Same shit, just a different day
It's the end of the world every day
It's called survival
This shit is catastrophic
Catastrophe
No room for the weak
The weak can suck a dick, and bow down
Conglomerate
We the best
YMCMB
Shaheem Reid

 

[fox69]

"Choose A Side"
(feat. J-Doe & Aaron Cooks)

"Choose A Side"
(feat. J-Doe & Aaron Cooks)



[Busta Rhymes:]
Translate
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah

I'm back on my Beethoven shit now
Yeah
J-Doe...!

[J-Doe:]
Cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Better choose a side
Cause you know
How we get it in
See them boys live for you
If they let 'em in
It's gon' be problems
For a nigga if I get 'em in
Cause when the smoke clears
You prolly wonder
What you lookin' at
It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Busta Rhymes:]
I apply direct pressure
To stop the bleeding
You probably should
Tighten the cloth
We blow to rupture arteries
Undescribable force
Niggas be lookin more bitch
Than a dyke in a Porsche
Cannons'll cut your whole click
Like I'm slicin' a pork
Retaliation's at it's best
When you challenge a boss
Know what side you're on
Cause it could cost
(It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga what you gon' do?)
Ok, no need to wonder
Who one of the best be
To tell the truth
If you ain't wit' me
You must be against me
But I got that thing for Mo'fuckers
So go 'head and tempt me
And have 'em saying
"Damn, the Devil has
Sent you to get me!"
From how temperature change
From squeezing the metal empty
Until you make a pussy squirt
Like the back of a jet ski
And if you wanna know how stupid get
You can meet him first
If you don't properly choose
Who you movin' wit'

[J-Doe:]
Cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Better choose a side
Cause you know
How we get it in
See them boys live for you
If they let 'em in
It's gon' be problems
For a nigga if I get 'em in
Cause when the smoke clears
You prolly wonder
What you lookin' at
It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Aaron Cooks:]
I'm on a pill
Drinkin' Duce
Million in the suitcase
Ten-thousand hundreds
All blue-faced
Wrist gold, whip game, VMV
Whatchin' Busta on TMZ
Rubber-banded B-U-N-D-L-Es
Then no [?]
Conglomerate money
Bitch I'm G-O-D
Jack Thriller
Keep one eye on niggas
Plottin' on me
(It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga what you gon' do?)
No-Limit vision
I see murda in the booth
Feel like Remy, Higher Learning,
Hittin' models on the roof
Thousand [?] Cuban
Hangin' like Mr. Cooper
Drippin in the Michael J. Fox [?]
And I'm the future
Snatch yo ghost out yo face
That Killer B shit
Ste-vie shit
Keys move
You just ain't see shit
Spikes on Louis Vuittons
That LOD shit
Came up off coco
S-W-V shit

[J-Doe:]
Cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Better choose a side
Cause you know
How we get it in
See them boys live for you
If they let 'em in
It's gon' be problems
For a nigga if I get 'em in
Cause when the smoke clears
You prolly wonder
It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Busta Rhymes:]
Security levels should heighten
Being that I got the license
To silence; I'm bullish
With appetites for bitin' the curb
And bitin' the bullet
Bright in the moment
Like a light and it's strikin' the footage
Like bluffin' a bastard wit'a ratchet
To excite him then pull it
Now nigga could it
End up being that nigga
That's what you talkin bout
Poppin' but couldn't
(It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga what you gon' do?)
Alright, Most of the time
I know this shit's annoyin'
Cause when you can't beat 'em
See most you niggas try to join 'em
I'm Def Leppard
And I ain't tryin' to hear the noise ,and
Most of you dudes don't have a choice
When I hit 'em with the poison
Get reacquainted with the ones you lost
So you can join 'em
My pen extremely dangerous
The way [?]
Ha, and while most of you better hide
Or either slide, make a proper choice
Before picking a side nigga

[J-Doe:]
Cops and robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Better choose a side
Cause you know
How we get it in
See them boys live for you
If they let 'em in
It's gon' be problems
For a nigga if I get 'em in
Cause when the smoke clears
You prolly wonder
What you lookin' at
It's either my side
Or your side
Nigga, what you gon' do?

 

[fox69]

"Come On Down"
(feat. Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip)

"Come On Down"
(feat. Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip)



[Big Daddy Kane:]
When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean
The weight of the words swerve and curve
My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas
Quick as a Lamborghini, smooth as a Lexus
I guess that makes me the top of the line
Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time
Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start
To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going
On with the rapture, so that I can capture
Your mind with state of the art music made to adapt to
To knowledge the God on the groove
Because when my tongue moves I just love that I'm smooth
Do it with these and in times I leave reas (reason)
To give em a little of the flavor that please
As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the
Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and
Jammin and slammin and damn it's
Too much for one mind to comprehend
A pure blend, the way that I make words mend
And, the way that I be doin rappers in
Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the
Average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree
And if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatin
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin

[Q-Tip:]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker
Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya
The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker
Queens is residential, I make the presidentials
Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself it was a terror
See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat
Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats
It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit
Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit
Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank
You can ride with me G I'm goin to the bank
To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane
You get the idea, cause page times is near
So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil
The three different flavors, you know we on the level

[Busta Rhymes:]
Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how
I react, Busta Rhymes will attack
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain
Gotta make a mega migraine
Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip
My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors
On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader
Keep my volume on extra boom!
All the vains in my neck symbolizes that I want room
Word up, huh! Here I am, damn
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam
Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man
Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time
L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby
Chiggy change chump, the over sized puff
Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump
Emotional stare point, for the wild
Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle
Unload, catch you like smell later
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH
RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!